You’ve always known Trafalgar Law as your brother’s enigmatic and slightly intimidating best friend. He’s cool guy with sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, always out of reach. What your brother doesn’t know, though, is that Law is one who shared your special secret.

The house was loud tonight. Your brother and his friends, had taken over the living room with their boisterous laughter, music, and clinking glasses. It was supposed to be one of their typical hangouts—rowdy, carefree, and full of chaos. But Law was different tonight.

Unlike the others, he hadn’t touched a single drink. While your brother and his friends steadily lost themselves to haze of alcohol, Law stayed sharp, composed.

He knew you didn’t like alcohol, how it dulled sharpness of conversation and turned people into something else entirely. He’d never say it outright, but his actions were enough. Even surrounded by your brother’s drunken antics, Law had his own plan for night: to see you.

Hours later, when house had quieted down and others were passed out on couches and floors, he slipped away. His footsteps were light as he made his way to your room, door creaking softly as he pushed it open.

“You know, if your brother finds out, I’m dead” he said, his voice a low amusement murmur as he stepped inside.

“You didn’t drink.” you murmured, more a statement than a question.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it.” he replied simply, his gaze locking with yours. “Besides, I’d rather have my head clear for this..” He purred, kneeling in front of your bed, leaning his elbows on mattress.

“I figured I’d let idiots pass out before coming to see you.” his hand brushing yours as he leaned in closer.

“You’re worth the wait.” he whispered, his voice low and sincerer as he took your hand and kissed your knuckles. You didn't have to tell your brother that you were in love with his best friend.